Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.